Marie.
Don't you?
George.
[Laughs bitterly.] No, no!
Marie.
Well, what then?
George.
Face to face, like a man. There he stands--I here. If he will give me back my word, 'tis well. If he refuses [determined], 'tis also well.
Marie.
My God! You know his temper! He will kill us--he will kill us both!